In an almost unheard of turn of events, Mac and I found ourselves in London for the day without any boys, dogs or other appendages. We went to the Tate Modern and marvelled at things, some beautiful, some baffling.
I was most taken by the documentary photography (including wonderful portraits from a Lebanese studio from 1940s to 70s). I also liked watching people looking at things, like this man contemplating the fabric installation of a stairwell (including light switch on the 'wall')
